Deid

[57vintage]

Tom Nairn. A good old fashioned Left winger we seldom see the likes of these days.

Aye, the careerists and “media-savvy” merchants of pîsh soundbites have risen to the top. Vacuous, clichéd, and saying fûck all in homogenised accents and identical raiment, whilst trousering and sporraning considerable salaries and expenses for telling we plebeians how to live our lives. Cock, balls etc.

Remind me of the final lines of Animal Farm?

[Mason89]

I find it remarkable he’s in that position. It’s such an obvious weak spot & so easily fixed.

[57vintage]

I find it remarkable he’s in that position. It’s such an obvious weak spot & so easily fixed.

What does he know, and about whom though?

[Mason89]

What does he know, and about whom though?

I’d imagine he knows everything. I canny see him using it as leverage over his own missus

[Donanddusted]

Is that Craig Brown's younger brother?

[Jupiter]

Is that Craig Brown's younger brother?

I thought it was Mrs Krankie's fake "husband"

[stewarty27]

Aye, the careerists and “media-savvy” merchants of pîsh soundbites have risen to the top. Vacuous, clichéd, and saying fûck all in homogenised accents and identical raiment, whilst trousering and sporraning considerable salaries and expenses for telling we plebeians how to live our lives. Cock, balls etc.

Remind me of the final lines of Animal Farm?

Oh Am in a 100% agreement about these careerists how do feck all of what they are elected to do, a couple who spring to mind being Peter Wishart comfy slipper they call him. and that half-wit Kevin Stewart they are quite simply a pair O fvcking thieves. But mind u hasn't it always been like this ? I think back to the Labour party who ruled Scotland a few years back never has there such been a collective sense of entitlement ! Me personally I long for our Independence but I'm so disillusioned by the careerists we (me) elected to win it for us.

As Brian McNeill say's

'Cause there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

I was listening to the news the other day
I heard a fat politician who had the cheek to say
He was proud to be Scottish, by the way
With the glories of our past to remember
Here's tae us, wha's like us, listen to the cry
No surrender to the truth, and here's the reason why
The pride and the glory's just another bloody lie
They use to keep us all in line

So to hell with the heather and the glen
They cleared us off once, and they'll do it all again
'Cause they still prefer sheep to thinking men
Ah but men that think like sheep are even better
There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new
They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you
Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due
And mind your bloody manners when you pay

And tell me, will we never hear the end
Of poor bloody Charlie and Culloden yet again
Though he ran like a rabbit doon the glen
Leaving better folk than him to be butchered
Or are you sitting in your council house, thinking o' your clan
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land
Try going doon the broo wi' a claymore in your hand
And count all the princes in the queue

So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave
'Cause if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save
Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave
While you wait for the Tartan Messiah
He'll lead us to the Promised Land wi' laughter in his eye
We'll all live off the oil and the whisky, by and by
Free heavy beer, pie suppers in the sky
Will we never hae the sense to learn

Final chorus:
Ah, there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal
And I'm damn sure that there's plenty live in fear
Of the day we stand together with our shoulders to the wheel

Ay, there's no gods!

[57vintage]

Back in the day before Sheridan’s ego literally fûcked up the noble cause that was the SSP, we compiled a copyright-ignoring CD as a fundraising extra at a couple of benefits we played. No Gods and Precious Few Heroes was one of the first picks, along with Blind Alfred Reed’s How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live. The latter, by coincidence, is covered very well by JD Simo on his new live-in-the-studio album, my review of which was filed with the editor less than 24 hours ago.

“Progressives”, attempting to wear the clothes of Proper Mannies’ radicals should be exposed, scorned and metaphorically tarred and feathered. Wänkers like Angus Robertson and Stewart Hosie are poor thinkers, camouflaging their lack of principles and political intellect with transparent bluster, and drone-appealing clichéd grievance-based statements, whilst filling their own wallets and pension funds.

JD Simo, pals: https://youtu.be/Cs5ZihJxn3A

[Mason89]

Back in the day before Sheridan’s ego literally fûcked up the noble cause that was the SSP

It’s quite depressing to think of where the SSP were, to where they are now, all because him & Billy Davies wanted to hang out either end of the same woman

I get the emails every month but I can’t see any way back

[57vintage]

It’s quite depressing to think of where the SSP were, to where they are now, all because him & Billy Davies wanted to hang out either end of the same woman

I get the emails every month but I can’t see any way back

The most galling thing was that it was purely down to ego, and that saw him trash the reputation of loyal friends like Katrine Troll, without a hint of reciprocal loyalty. He had even admitted the truth to the SSP, and then had the gall to go to court, lie, and after calling his comrades “scabs”, blamed the whole thing on women like Carolyn Leckie and “a feminist coup”. I was once advised “beware charisma”, and have observed that warning ever since.